tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84162505088192977812014-10-04T23:14:45.460-06:00The B. Familymake thankfulness your sacrifice to God. ~ psalm 50:14EBnoreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-78109047671008813782010-12-15T19:17:00.000-07:002010-12-15T19:19:06.919-07:00new direction<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/TQl3DIrazRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/vZX9oS-RKa0/s1600/%252886%2Bof%2B98%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/TQl3DIrazRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/vZX9oS-RKa0/s320/%252886%2Bof%2B98%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551098911463755026" /></a>EBnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-26896099538185131042010-03-24T09:31:00.001-06:002010-03-24T09:32:13.212-06:00Recipe Cards<p>It’s time to retire my old recipe book. I ran out of sheets to fill it, not to mention my dog chewed the cover a few years ago.</p> <p>So my solution, create a design on photoshop that I can print on 4x6 index cards to type my recipes on. </p> <p>This is the result!</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S6owY9R6HFI/AAAAAAAAAY4/stYfbKXo9Is/s1600-h/IMG_3057%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_3057" border="0" alt="IMG_3057" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S6owZVgVcjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/1MQtapCEsUo/IMG_3057_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="399" height="380" /></a></p> EBnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-80894701304750373252010-03-13T13:05:00.001-07:002010-03-13T13:05:19.404-07:00Silhouettes<p><font size="3">THE IDEA found on Design Sponge</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S5vv9gRnOFI/AAAAAAAAAX4/WiULd9EGjWY/s1600-h/silhouettes_idea%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="silhouettes_idea" border="0" alt="silhouettes_idea" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S5vv-RD4y2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/FqU78D4aYTQ/silhouettes_idea_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="358" height="413" /></a> </p> <p><font size="3"></font></p> <p><font size="3">THE EXECUTION by Ellen</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S5vv-7D6_xI/AAAAAAAAAYA/kQWOyS1NJLM/s1600-h/IMG_1973%5B12%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_1973" border="0" alt="IMG_1973" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S5vv_gH8E6I/AAAAAAAAAYE/GyXkTrcj6yU/IMG_1973_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="445" /></a></p> EBnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-89434076159326292010-03-03T15:07:00.001-07:002010-03-03T15:07:49.845-07:00lovecakes<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S47dssiHZeI/AAAAAAAAAXw/672zGnQBl4U/s1600-h/IMG_2974%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_2974" border="0" alt="IMG_2974" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S47dtEycqHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/i4kJfiI3SIA/IMG_2974_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="327" height="481" /></a> I’m starting my own business!!! I cannot possibly eat my way through Martha’s Cupcakes (though Joel knows I've tried!) so I’m going to make cupcakes for my friends and family. Have any birthday parties coming up or hosting any bridal showers? Let me know!</p> EBnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-45563799087200013172010-03-02T07:56:00.003-07:002010-03-02T07:58:23.316-07:00Something BigI'm working on something big. I cannot wait to share it with all of you!!! More to come soon.EBnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-19285437341093670092010-02-25T16:04:00.002-07:002010-03-02T01:18:55.563-07:00Writing Prilla<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S4cCDSlkldI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3muUcS_5GLs/s1600-h/IMG_2923%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="IMG_2923" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN-LEFT: auto; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; MARGIN-RIGHT: auto; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="410" alt="IMG_2923" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S4cCDtCXVUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/SEIP0FoZHr8/IMG_2923_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="405" border="0" /></a>I read an article in a Compassion Magazine. The point of the article was lost upon me but what stuck out was a detail said in passing—this sponsor had written their kid every month. So here’s so my stack of letters to write to Prilla and soon Auckline every month. </p><p></p><p></p><p>My favorite part is the frosting on the bottom right cupcake is covered with sparkles. </p>EBnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-73078747958737031582010-02-18T16:53:00.001-07:002010-02-18T16:53:07.099-07:00Valentines Day<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S33S4BTo0nI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Gaevs8V8IW4/s1600-h/IMG_1941%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_1941" border="0" alt="IMG_1941" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S33S4jY4nJI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/FbCkpLu3uOg/IMG_1941_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="308" height="402" /></a> </p> <p>While we didn’t celebrate extravagantly this year, I think it was my favorite Valentines Day yet. Joel, lovingly, forwent the flowers and gave me a bouquet of sharpened pencils instead!</p> EBnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-52013737775155740042010-02-12T11:43:00.001-07:002010-02-12T11:44:17.211-07:00I love clean<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S3WhWfPHtXI/AAAAAAAAAW8/X5NNRuAPOQ4/s1600-h/IMG_1906%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_1906" border="0" alt="IMG_1906" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S3WhW84VBBI/AAAAAAAAAXA/W8Gk9oBAPtk/IMG_1906_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="257" height="336" /></a> </p> <p>I have not seen the floor of our laundry room since I moved in…. actually, with the guys stuff still in there when I moved in, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it! </p> EBnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-33584674085565898282010-02-07T20:26:00.002-07:002010-02-07T20:57:01.759-07:00Best... and Worst Advice<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S2-Egfe5waI/AAAAAAAAAWg/uWa4ejNCu-I/s1600-h/IMG_1913.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; width: 240px; display: inline; height: 320px; cursor: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435708969001271714" border="0" alt="" align="left" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S2-Egfe5waI/AAAAAAAAAWg/uWa4ejNCu-I/s320/IMG_1913.JPG" /></a>This weekend, we celebrated Courtney getting married with a bridal shower. One of my favorite parts was making this fun wall hanging with everyone's best and worst advice for Courtney. I printed the quotes and decoupaged them on a canvas. So cute! <br /></p> <p>&#160;</p> <p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S2-Ef48Z-_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/M7BXL2rYeic/s1600-h/IMG_1915.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; width: 240px; display: inline; height: 320px; cursor: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435708958656035826" border="0" alt="" align="left" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S2-Ef48Z-_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/M7BXL2rYeic/s320/IMG_1915.JPG" /></a></p> EBnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-51120826605045184732010-02-06T14:14:00.003-07:002010-02-06T14:27:35.475-07:00wallpaper!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S23d-X62LVI/AAAAAAAAAWM/WQO8cgFt-iI/s1600-h/wall_3.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S23d-X62LVI/AAAAAAAAAWM/WQO8cgFt-iI/s1600-h/wall_3.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S23d-X62LVI/AAAAAAAAAWM/WQO8cgFt-iI/s320/wall_3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435244388948520274" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S23d9rxf1jI/AAAAAAAAAWE/W2nrt4w8kAA/s1600-h/wall_4.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S23d9rxf1jI/AAAAAAAAAWE/W2nrt4w8kAA/s320/wall_4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435244377098147378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S23d9OjUXFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/qJk5lIMEf6Q/s1600-h/wall_5.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S23d9OjUXFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/qJk5lIMEf6Q/s320/wall_5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435244369254046802" border="0" /></a>EBnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-85975723075361700962010-02-05T09:56:00.003-07:002010-02-05T10:13:37.602-07:00my need for creativity<span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;">"Women often return to the things they abandoned in pursuit of fame, likability, or recognition. From the get-go, these activities are not about exterior measurements." -Jennifer Freed<br /><br /></span>Today is a day I've waited for for months-- finally the wallpaper goes up!!! We had company over last night and I wanted it to be up so badly for them. But today, I want to enjoy my paper for the reasons why I bought it and not because of any the recognition it brings. That's a good thing to remember because I think I'm one of the only people I know who is (becoming) obsessed with wallpaper despite all the campaigning I've done. Pics to come...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>EBnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-7703168682899959562010-01-30T22:59:00.003-07:002010-01-30T23:10:56.976-07:00Cosmo Cupcakes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S2UdSS43n-I/AAAAAAAAAV0/S0pSkDZvZ_g/s1600-h/IMG_2903.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S2UdSS43n-I/AAAAAAAAAV0/S0pSkDZvZ_g/s320/IMG_2903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432780725637586914" border="0" /></a>i tried duplicating these from happy cakes by using a combination of techniques, from combining other people's ideas online to winging it on my own. i soaked craisins in vodka overnight and then baked them in the box mix of yellow cake. then the frosting was buttercream with the juice from a lime and the zest. happy birthday, pa!EBnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-68421238101229372382010-01-28T09:57:00.006-07:002010-01-28T10:07:44.063-07:00Matilda<span style="font-style: italic;">I heard this on NPR and found it humorous. The blunt title totally took me off guard.</span> ~Ellen<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />MATILDA</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><b><span style="font-family:Arial;"> WHO TOLD LIES, AND WAS BURNED TO DEATH<br /></span></b></span><b><i><span style="font-family:Arial;">by: Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953)</span></i></b> <br /><ul><ul><dl><dt><i><span style="font-size:2px;"><img src="http://www.poetry-archive.com/m_pic.gif" naturalsizeflag="3" align="BOTTOM" border="0" width="33" height="24" /></span></i>ATILDA told such Dreadful Lies, </dt><dt>It made one Gasp and Stretch one's Eyes; </dt><dt>Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest Youth, </dt><dt>Had kept a Strict Regard for Truth, </dt><dt>Attempted to Believe Matilda: </dt><dt>The effort very nearly killed her, </dt><dt>And would have done so, had not She </dt><dt>Discovered this Infirmity. </dt><dt>For once, towards the Close of Day, </dt><dt>Matilda, growing tired of play, </dt><dt>And finding she was left alone, </dt><dt>Went tiptoe to the Telephone </dt><dt>And summoned the Immediate Aid </dt><dt>Of London's Noble Fire-Brigade. </dt><dt>Within an hour the Gallant Band </dt><dt>Were pouring in on every hand, </dt><dt>From Putney, Hackney Downs, and Bow. </dt><dt>With Courage high and Hearts a-glow, </dt><dt>They galloped, roaring through the Town, </dt><dt>'Matilda's House is Burning Down!' </dt><dt>Inspired by British Cheers and Loud </dt><dt>Proceeding from the Frenzied Crowd, </dt><dt>They ran their ladders through a score </dt><dt>Of windows on the Ball Room Floor; </dt><dt>And took Peculiar Pains to Souse </dt><dt>The Pictures up and down the House, </dt><dt>Until Matilda's Aunt succeeded </dt><dt>In showing them they were not needed; </dt><dt>And even then she had to pay </dt><dt>To get the Men to go away! </dt><dt> <br /></dt><dt>It happened that a few Weeks later </dt><dt>Her Aunt was off to the Theatre </dt><dt>To see that Interesting Play </dt><dt><i>The Second Mrs. Tanqueray</i>. </dt><dt>She had refused to take her Niece </dt><dt>To hear this Entertaining Piece: </dt><dt>A Deprivation Just and Wise </dt><dt>To Punish her for Telling Lies. </dt><dt>That Night a Fire <i>did</i> break out-- </dt><dt>You should have heard Matilda Shout! </dt><dt>You should have heard her Scream and Bawl, </dt><dt>And throw the window up and call </dt><dt>To People passing in the Street-- </dt><dt>(The rapidly increasing Heat </dt><dt>Encouraging her to obtain </dt><dt>Their confidence) -- but all in vain! </dt><dt>For every time she shouted 'Fire!' </dt><dt>They only answered 'Little Liar!' </dt><dt>And therefore when her Aunt returned, </dt><dt>Matilda, and the House, were Burned. </dt></dl></ul></ul>EBnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-59545828517478768542010-01-26T14:20:00.008-07:002010-01-26T14:34:42.784-07:00Inspiration or Infringement???Before now, I've been really conscientious about copying other people's work (like making almost exact replicas of cupcakes that I've seen at Kara's Cupcakes!) But recently I've really enjoyed being inspired by other artists and making a work of my own that's not just a duplication of the original. Today I am running to Costco to print a photo that Joel touched up for me. I think it turned out really well! What do you think?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S19eDfQOZFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/hYCGL7B1484/s1600-h/sheep_sample.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S19eDfQOZFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/hYCGL7B1484/s320/sheep_sample.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431163089654277202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Here's the photo I like (sorry to the original artist, I lost their name!)<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S19d75aTRpI/AAAAAAAAAVc/tJ0GSOEuq4o/s1600-h/NZ+-+Glenorchy+%28sepia_cropped%29.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S19d75aTRpI/AAAAAAAAAVc/tJ0GSOEuq4o/s320/NZ+-+Glenorchy+%28sepia_cropped%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431162959236908690" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">And here's our version of a photo I took in New Zealand!!!</span></span><br /></div>EBnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-26551486774887159532010-01-22T21:18:00.005-07:002010-01-22T21:38:33.079-07:00my ordinary life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S1p5wjWemfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/QIEg5gefOBo/s1600-h/practice_love.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/S1p5wjWemfI/AAAAAAAAAUU/QIEg5gefOBo/s320/practice_love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429786175778757106" border="0" /></a>i've been reading a lot of other people's blogs and i love that they know they have ordinary lives and are okay with it. for so long, i've wanted an extraordinary life. i only realized this week (well, realized <span style="font-style: italic;">again</span>) that i am great already and don't need the attention and accolades to prove my worth.<br /><br />so now i'm inspired to write-- because now i'm not chained to "prove" to others while blogging that i have wonderful insights and have an extraordinary life. so welcome, to the ordinariness of me! and like i only skim other people's blogs, that's okay if no one actually reads it-- because this time it's not really for others.<br /><br />tonight i wanted to post something that has inspired me. this picture to the left is a print i recently purchased for our wall. i love it! now i am hoping to put it together with a few other prints to make a collection for the entryway.EBnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-63392052099859294212008-09-09T22:55:00.008-06:002008-09-09T23:04:50.170-06:00Our Road Trip to Alaska<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SMdTtjS6InI/AAAAAAAAAKU/h6_JjBR9MOw/s1600-h/Tracy%27s+Arm+-+Seals.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SMdTtjS6InI/AAAAAAAAAKU/h6_JjBR9MOw/s320/Tracy%27s+Arm+-+Seals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244252333129998962" border="0" /></a>Harbor Seals in Tracy's Arm<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >The highlights of Alaska..</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >.</span><br /><br />*<span style="font-weight: bold;">the wildlife</span>: we saw so many animals, we particularly enjoyed seeing bears, whales and moosen!<br />*<span style="font-weight: bold;">the time away from life</span>: hundreds of hours logged in a coffee shop reading with nothing else to do, so heavenly!<br />*<span style="font-weight: bold;">the new experiences</span>: fred meyers was a highlight... the beauty of civilization when you've been camping for weeks!<br />*<span style="font-weight: bold;">the people</span>: we met so many random people who boosted our appreciation for living different lifestyles and not conforming to cultural expecatations<br />*<span style="font-weight: bold;">the mountains</span>: how could this not be a highlight of going to alaska?<br />*<span style="font-weight: bold;">the memories</span>: i can check one more thing off the list of things to do before I'm 30-- drive the alcan :)<br /><br />~EEBnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-54313833971030786112008-07-09T11:54:00.004-06:002008-07-09T12:07:54.761-06:00Into Our Second YearWell, we're almost into our second year of marriage. I'm a few days early but we're leaving on our big road trip soon!<br /><br />Some of the highlights have been...<br /><br />*not having joel take me home every night<br />*watching joel play with spooner, he's so gentle toward her<br />*taking walks in the park<br />*breakfast in bed<br />*late night movies on the couch<br />*weekend afternoons at the coffee shop<br />*reading out loud to each other<br />*the picnic basket joel bought me<br />*spending my birthday in the mtns<br /><br />Of course, there have been hard times but looking back it makes our relationship even better. I feel we'll closer and stronger because of our adversities. (Try telling me that when we're in the middle of a scuff. Ha!)<br /><br />Our first year has been more than I ever expected it to be-- I've never known anyone who loves their spouse more than Joel does. He's so caring. :)<br /><br />And now I'm stoked to start our second year!EBnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-23290211457232120022008-07-04T15:08:00.002-06:002008-07-04T15:15:41.778-06:00before and afterAfter my BIG test in Denver (which I passed! whoot whoot!!!) Joel and I went to Water World!!!! I love that place... so many great memories. Here we are sitting on the lawn eating lunch.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SG6R5ZllP9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CLqimpv1DMk/s1600-h/july+017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SG6R5ZllP9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CLqimpv1DMk/s320/july+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219269433476071378" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I love the before and after effect of these photos. The day after water world, we got our hair cut. Wow! The difference it makes!!! Here's us with our hair cut.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SG6R57VP1gI/AAAAAAAAAHY/s7t4CDDy8xY/s1600-h/july+032.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SG6R57VP1gI/AAAAAAAAAHY/s7t4CDDy8xY/s320/july+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219269442534364674" border="0" /></a><br />That just might have the be the christmas card photo of the year. Isn't Joel so hot??? :)EBnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-45975824281213681022008-06-26T15:51:00.003-06:002008-06-26T16:04:12.970-06:00pictures from June... a pitiful fewNot a ton has happened in June: just a bunch of studying for the NCLEX. To show for it, I have very few pictures! Here's the three that I do have...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SGQRZk6E1jI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JTcgUbAVa7Q/s1600-h/House+100.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SGQRZk6E1jI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JTcgUbAVa7Q/s320/House+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216313399503541810" border="0" /></a>The Family at the movie theatre celebrating Dad's birthday<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SGQRZxlM1LI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zrIrO7awOXs/s1600-h/House-after.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SGQRZxlM1LI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zrIrO7awOXs/s320/House-after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216313402905646258" border="0" /></a><br />A VERY photo-shopped image of our house. We thought is was very funny and inspiring. :)<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SGQRaZAQ1DI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KQBcaIhdMbI/s1600-h/House+009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SGQRaZAQ1DI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KQBcaIhdMbI/s320/House+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216313413488137266" border="0" /></a><br />We were outside admiring the new paint job on our house. Yay!<br /></div>EBnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-90364640824419836962008-05-29T10:24:00.002-06:002008-05-29T11:22:58.253-06:00time to catch up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SD7kkjzliTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KhW6XY_H4I0/s1600-h/april+showers+050.jpg"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a>the past few weeks have been crazy! may has flown by with finals, graduations (4 different ones!) and many birthdays. the month will end this weekend with 3 weddings and a birthday party on saturday.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SD7kkjzliTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KhW6XY_H4I0/s1600-h/april+showers+050.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SD7kkjzliTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KhW6XY_H4I0/s320/april+showers+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205849536024906034" border="0" /></a>joel turned 25 in april! for the occasion, we had a pirate birthday with his parents and rachel (among other celebrations during "birthday month.")<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SD7kkzzliUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zfinHl7bXDs/s1600-h/May+056.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SD7kkzzliUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zfinHl7bXDs/s320/May+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205849540319873346" border="0" /></a>naomi and i went to jill's college graduation at csu.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SD7klTzliVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iUbBUSG9PhU/s1600-h/commencement+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SD7klTzliVI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iUbBUSG9PhU/s320/commencement+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205849548909807954" border="0" /></a>my graduation for uccs with my old roommates, kati and kendyll, and the new roomate, kim.<br /></div>EBnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-42834063866525318092008-04-23T20:27:00.000-06:002008-04-23T20:35:20.504-06:00We enjoyed having Laura in town!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SA_xsfUXq8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/pcD5qR026ug/s1600-h/MtPrinceton+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/SA_xsfUXq8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/pcD5qR026ug/s320/MtPrinceton+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192634642004945858" border="0" /></a>EBnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-83479460828683117282008-04-23T20:25:00.001-06:002008-04-23T20:26:48.787-06:00peds interviewI had my pediatric interview at Memorial Hospital today. I think that it went well-- but they are hiring 2-4 people out of 45 applicants. They sounded really encouraging, like I might get the job, but I don't know! Competition is stiff!!! They said that they will make a decision in the next week and call people then. So only the Lord knows at this point!EBnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-15340937090923114902008-04-18T15:32:00.001-06:002008-04-18T15:34:35.990-06:00home improvmentsThe house is coming together. Rachel painted the hallway-- and one of the very last mirrors came down. Momentous day. Some contracting friends tore down rotten wood off the house and replaced then. Next step? Painting the house! Any ideas for colors? Keep in the mind the mustardy yellow brick... then gutters!EBnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-66195538820277473652008-04-05T17:50:00.002-06:002008-04-05T17:52:49.999-06:00Joel's EyeThis is a bit post-dated information but Joel's eye is better! We went to his appointment on Thursday and the doctor said that if he hadn't known that Joel had irritis these past few weeks, that he never would have been able to tell on this examination. Hooray!<br /><br />Also, good news: Joel doesn't have to take it easy for the next few weeks. He's allowed to jump back into life, and we're both so excited about it!!!<br /><br />Today's full of studying for my OB exam-- got to get it done early. Laura B. is coming into town!!!EBnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416250508819297781.post-69182259507221064292008-03-31T15:06:00.003-06:002008-03-31T15:14:19.829-06:00Taos for Spring Break<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/R_FT9zbzKwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uVDYoUhMJcI/s1600-h/march+056.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/R_FT9zbzKwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uVDYoUhMJcI/s320/march+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184016967324084994" border="0" /></a>Joel's "intense" shades-- as promised<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/R_FT-DbzKxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1TzRcftKGwA/s1600-h/march+053.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/R_FT-DbzKxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1TzRcftKGwA/s320/march+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184016971619052306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/R_FT-jbzKyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TgmsotzoUwM/s1600-h/march+051.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QHa461Rwpg0/R_FT-jbzKyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TgmsotzoUwM/s320/march+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184016980208986914" border="0" /></a>EBnoreply@blogger.com1